Chapter 101: The Boogeyman’s Encounter with Kiyoshi Rin II

Then he jumped backwards as he held his wrist in disbelief.

The Boogeyman staggered a few steps, his massive, stitched body recoiling from the sudden pain.

His glowing red eyes widened, the black threads holding his flesh together pulling tight as he clutched his broken wrist with his other hand.

Blood — dark and thick — oozed from the torn stitches, dripping onto the foggy alley ground with soft, wet plops.

The tall, patchwork monster looked at the injury with shock, the jagged bone visible through the ripped skin, the pain sharp and unexpected.

He shook his hand, trying to shake off the damage, but the wrist hung limp, the crack echoing in his mind as he stared at the small boy standing calmly before him.

Then he looked at Rin with a shallow, dead stare and asked, his raspy voice low and menacing,

"Who the hell are you?"

The words came out like gravel scraping against stone, his stitched face twisting into a snarl, the glowing red eyes burning with confusion and rage.

The fog swirled around his towering form, the abandoned alley silent except for the distant drip of water from broken pipes and the faint creak of rusted metal in the wind.

Then Rin replied, his young voice steady and emotionless, standing straight with his small hands at his sides, blue hair tousled by the cold wind, blue eyes calm as still water.

"I'm the one asking the questions here." He looked at the Boogeyman with no sign of emotion, his small frame radiating a quiet, unnerving confidence that made the air feel heavier.

The twelve-year-old boy didn't flinch, didn't show fear — he simply stood there, the fog curling around his coat, his posture relaxed yet ready, as if the monster before him was nothing more than an interesting puzzle.

Then Rin asked, his voice clear and direct in the foggy alley,

"Are you the famous Boogeyman?"

Then the Boogeyman replied, his stitched lips pulling into a grotesque smile that showed jagged teeth, his broken wrist already starting to rearrange with a sickening crack of bone and thread.

"What if I am?"

The wrist snapped back into place with a wet pop, the black threads resewing themselves as dark blood slowed to a trickle.

The monster flexed his hand, the pain fading as his body healed rapidly, his glowing red eyes narrowing with renewed malice.

Then the Boogeyman said to Rin, his voice dropping into a low, threatening growl,

"Hey kid, you gonna die now."

The words were laced with hunger, his massive body tensing as he prepared to strike, the fog swirling faster around his towering form, the alley seeming to grow darker as his fear aura leaked out like ink in water.

Then he sprinted toward Rin so fast, just like a high-ranking monster.

His long legs ate the distance in powerful strides, the ground cracking under his weight as he closed in with terrifying speed.

Reaching Rin, he threw a heavy punch at the boy, his stitched fist cutting through the fog like a sledgehammer, the air whistling with the force of the blow, aimed directly at Rin's small chest with enough power to shatter concrete.

But just when it was about to land on Rin, Rin suddenly disappeared and appeared at the Boogeyman's back.

He didn't really disappear — Rin was just too fast, his small body moving with blinding speed that made it look like he vanished.

The boy's blue hair barely stirred as he blurred past the punch, reappearing behind the monster in a fraction of a second.

Before the Boogeyman could turn his back to where Rin was standing behind him, Rin then sent a heavy blow toward his side ribs, the small fist connecting with a thunderous crack that sent the Boogeyman flying.

The impact was devastating — the monster's massive body lifted off the ground, ribs cracking audibly as he sailed through the air, crashing into an abandoned building with a deafening boom of shattering bricks and glass.

Dust and debris exploded outward, the wall collapsing in a cloud of rubble as the Boogeyman slammed into it, the force shaking the alley like an earthquake.

The Boogeyman stood back up slowly, blood running down his face and stitched body, his glowing red eyes shallow and dark with fury.

He smiled, a grotesque, jagged grin that pulled his stitches tight, blood dripping from his lips as he sprinted toward Rin again, throwing multiple punches at him. The attacks were a blur of stitched fists, each one powerful enough to pulverize stone, the air cracking with the force.

But none of his punches met Rin. Instead, Rin countered all back to him as he suffered so much damage.

The boy moved like a ghost, dodging with effortless speed, his small fists landing precise, devastating counters that cracked ribs, split skin, and tore stitches. The Boogeyman staggered with each hit, blood spraying across the alley, his massive body jerking as Rin's counters landed — a punch to the jaw that snapped his head back, a kick to the knee that buckled his leg, a strike to the chest that sent him stumbling.

The monster's roars of pain echoed off the walls, the fog swirling with the violence as Rin dismantled him with calm, relentless efficiency.

He stood, blood running down his face and stitched body with exhaustion.

The Boogeyman gasped for air, his massive chest heaving, dark blood dripping from countless torn stitches, his glowing red eyes dimming with fatigue. Then Rin started moving closer to him as he said, his young voice calm and almost disappointed,

"Hmm, you're not as strong as I thought."

Hearing this made the Boogeyman so mad.

His stitched face twisted into a mask of pure rage, blood dripping from his lips as he thought in his mind, How can I be mocked by this little kid?

With an angry and furious bloody face, he ran toward Rin with murderous intent.

The monster charged with everything he had left, his massive body thundering forward, fists raised for a final, devastating assault, the alley shaking with his heavy steps, the fog parting like a curtain as he roared with primal fury, determined to crush the boy who had dared to humiliate him.

The fight raged on in the foggy alley, the young Rin standing calm and unyielding as the Boogeyman's desperate, bloodied charge closed the distance, the night filled with the sounds of violence and the promise of a decisive end.